“Write me a ‘Joseph Lieber’ letter and put it in an envelope and stick it right here.” She pointed to the labeled spot in the middle of the object. “…and bring it back to me.”
“I don’t know what a ‘Joseph Lieber’ letter is,” I told her.
She smiled and said, “I think I can remember…” She clasped her hands at her waist, tipped her head back and rolled her eyes up to the ceiling.
“It’s fifty-eight purely factual sentences, stating your case.”
